Disaster Button

A little after twelve

The function suite was full

Of people I had never seen before

Ripped up ticket stubs

Confettied on the floor

It dawned on me I'd seen it all before

Cool your beans my son

You look a fucking mess

No one's getting out of here tonight

Hit that button there

The one that just says wrong

And we'll lose our minds to all our favourite songs

Throw forward to later

You look light on your feet

When you whirled in the room

I was nailed to my seat

I'm like a prisoner

Getting ready to talk

I feel the blood in my hands

And the threat in your walk

And suddenly

It lifts the roof off the place

It puts a vault in my step

And a grin on my face

It can't contain me

But you'll need an army

To get me back in my box

Or snap the branches off me

A little after four

The function suite is dead

And I am just a ripped up ticket stub

But here's a helping hand

A voice that's far too close

And I am up and on my broken limbs

Throw forward to later

You look light on your feet

When you whirled in the room

I was nailed to my seat

I'm like a prisoner

Getting ready to talk

I feel the blood in my hands

And the threat in your walk

And suddenly

It lifts the roof off the place

It puts a vault in my step

And a grin on my face

It can't contain me

But you'll need an army

To get me back in my box

Or snap the branches off me